a paper dragon landed on the windowsill
a paper dragon landed on the windowsill, quietly burnt orange.
granted, it wasn’t very large for a dragon, illusion confessed to me.
maybe it was just another autumn leaf afterall.
neil reid © november 2012
comments:
(How boring having a cold and the kinship of a more than usual thickness of thought.) Perhaps part my excuse (with thanks sincere) to my friend Irene, who unbeknownst to her, gave me the title for my poem this week. Nice poem and title she did for her own poem.
I feel an odd sense of whatever a “perfect sentence” means. At one end is Hemingway’s six word “story” about a pair of infant shoes. At the other is much of the writing within the astounding novel, “Cloud Atlas” by David Mitchell. If you haven’t read yet… well worth a browse! The density of his language is breathtaking.
What’s here however, is neither of those!
Written for the We Write Poems prompt #132, Times three…. Write a poem composed of three perfect sentences. Read the prompt for more detail if you wish.
I LOVED Cloud Atlas – I shall re-read it now that you’ve reminded me.
And your paper dragon poem is enchanting. If you’d used capitals at the beginning of your three sentences, they would have been picky perfect.
Sorry about the cold. I hope it soon departs and leaves you rejoicing.
Cute poem. I like the end of the first sentence / verse: “quietly burnt orange”. And thank you for the book suggestion – I’ve been meaning to read “Cloud Atlas” for quite a while now. Since there is a book fair in Bucharest this week (and I hadn’t planned on buying anything specific), I might just choose this one!
Haha..an autumn dragon? A paper leaf? Saw a leaf pinned to a board today. Is a leaf just a leaf, or is it truly a symbol? Here’s a thought courtesy of Deepak Chopra:
You are not just a drop in the ocean. You are the mighty ocean in the drop.
I’ll be scouring the bookshop for Cloud Atlas.
(clapping!) How delicious!
A phoenix dragon – your thoughts reborn are momentarily perfect.
Thanks for the lovelies… I devoured them.
Are they burnt orange dragons or persimmon colored hands? I Are they dying spent reminders of another season gone or lovely crunchy carpets for our footsteps? It depends on the penholder. I like your burnt orange dragon.
-Nicole
I like your words and the images. I often see things which at first glance seem to be something else, but upon second look are ordinary parts of my everyday life. Your burnt orange dragon is one of those. Fascinating twist on a moment of imagination.
quietly burnt orange…I really liked that!
neil ……I just like it
regards sean